"Trying to run? Where do you think you're going? Get down here!"
Seeing Remnant trying to slip away, Su Ming could only abandon his plan to use him as bait for now. This guy was no warrior; he simply couldn't stay effective as bait as long as the others could.
Bait needed time to work, but when Remnant saw Deathstroke's entire team gathered together, his first instinct had been to flee. That ruined everything.
Su Ming had wanted to use him to lure Blank into the Omega Universe as well, then use the home-field advantage—his absolute control over this universe—to suffocate them here.
But clearly, if he hesitated any longer, the bait would slip off the hook and run away. He could only reel it in now.
The Black Sun suddenly appeared overhead. Pale white solar prominences churned like outstretched tentacles, wrapping around the clouds and viciously kneading them as though wringing out a towel.
With a scream, an aged figure in green robes fell before them.
Who else could it have been but Remnant?
As the true master of the Omega Universe, Su Ming had inherited far more power from Darkseid than this. He had already held back for the sake of obtaining intelligence; otherwise, Remnant would likely have been reduced to ashes by now.
For the World Will, erasing a person was simplicity itself. Remnant could technically resist by creating another universe, but it would be of little use.
Because every world he created drew its material from the Omega Universe. They were flowers blooming from this land.
"Can't you be a little more cooperative? Show us a few more worlds you've created. Why run?" Su Ming planted his foot on the enemy's head and ground it across the dirt as though rolling a meatball. "Or contact Blank